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Old Time is tramping close to-day -- you hear his bluchers fall, / A mighty change is on the way, an' God protect us all; / Some dust'll fly from beery coats -- at least it's been declared. / I'm glad that wimin has the votes -- but just a trifle scared.
I'm just a trifle scared -- For why? The wimin mean to rule; / It makes me feel like days gone by when I was caned at school. / The days of men is nearly dead -- of double moons and stars -- / They'll soon put out our pipes, 'tis said, an' close the public bars.